june 6, 2001. Still plodding methodically through Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The plot is just stuttering along at this point, the story on life-support while the pontifications abound. I have to credit the book for one thing, though: it helped me to see the answer to yesterday's sitting down dilemma. If a good life is about substance rather than style, I should discard my media-driven ideas of 'fit' and simply accept my life the way it is. If there comes a point in my life when I feel the need to exercise more (such as when I want to have children), motivation will take care of itself. In the meantime I plan to enjoy my assal-horozontality guilt free. Today I realized that I have family birthdays coming up rapidly. Last year I congratulated Q on the wrong f-ing date, which at least made me memorize his real birthday. On the down side, I don't have a clue what to get Pixie & Q. Last year it was frog puppets. The year before that, a Danzig CD and a fairy necklace respectively. What can we get that will make it through the mail to Chicago? Hmm. I'll have to think about this some more. q & pixie stix. they're not psychopaths, they just play them on teevee. That's all for tonight. I'm feeling drained & unhappy tonight, the logical outcome of so much time spent pretending to work. It's not strictly my fault - the faculty keeps blowing off meetings, meaning that their projects idle for weeks and I'm left with very little to do. If this keeps up I'm going to legally change my name to Amoret, Queen of Look Busy Land. I think it would look snappy on a license plate. AQoLBL Think about it.